Lord of the Mysteries: Lord of Order

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A magnificent and vast voice echoed from the throne deep within the grand palace, resonating in everyone's ears.

"When you are in need of help, you can chant My honorific name."

"The Sefirah of Order and Shadow."

"The Great Emperor of the Kingdom of Chaos."

"The Lord of Order who wields rules."

"At the same time, you can also offer sacrifices to Me and pray for boons. This is the basic assistance you can receive as members of the Chaos Council."

"You can hold the ritual of sacrifice and bestowal in an undisturbed environment. It doesn't need to be too formal."

"Place four new candles on the altar, one at each corner, and simultaneously place a gold coin at each corner as a medium for the ritual. Use a silver dagger to create a sealed spiritual environment..."

While emanating spirituality and controlling the figure on the throne to speak, Aaron couldn't help but recall that Klein's Worships for sacrifice and bestowal were actually foods like white bread, Feynapotter noodles, paella, and Desi pies.

Sigh... who would have thought that the great Mr. Fool was also a foodie? But why wasn't there sweet iced tea? Hmm... I'll definitely ask Klein about it later.

"The Source of Order and Shadow... The Great Emperor of the Kingdom of Chaos... The Lord of Order who wields rules..."

Checker Ward silently chanted these three descriptions in his heart. Instantly, his mind churned with turbulent waves, and he could no longer maintain his calm expression.

As a former Intis noble, although he wasn't yet a Beyonder, his father's notes and books contained some common, formatted incantations, giving him a certain understanding of them.

Therefore, he clearly knew what the three-part description mentioned by the Lord of Order represented in other rituals:

It represented, it pointed towards, the Seven Deities who overlook the entire world!

It was almost equivalent to 'The Lady of Crimson, The Mother of Concealment, The Empress of Horror and Misfortune'!

Could the Lord of Order be an unknown, hidden, powerful existence like a deity, mentioned in his father's leftover notes? Was it a source of danger that must be carefully avoided in rituals?

After overcoming the initial tremor, there was an indescribable joy and exhilaration. For the first time, he felt that the goal of reviving his family and avenging them was so close.

Louise Sears, who knew and understood more than him, trembled from the bottom of her heart:

"If the Lord of Order's ritual magic can truly connect to Him and allow Him to receive our requests, then, then we must address Him with the respectful third-person pronoun used for deities and similar existences. He is a great existence of the same rank as the Progenitor..."

"How lucky I am, how sufficiently wise I've been. I've always been very cooperative and haven't done anything foolish..."

"He might be some ancient, hidden, terrifying existence, just not appearing before us in His original form and true name..."

"The Primordial Demoness, the Hidden Sage, or the True Creator worshipped by several mysterious cults?"

"No, impossible. Even the Blessed of this hidden existence is so generous and easygoing. This great Lord of Order cannot be those evil existences."

Louise also understood that the image of the Lord of Order she was seeing now wasn't necessarily His true form. The other party might not even have a gender, nor be a humanoid creature.

Ferran Eddas and Sid Watson, limited by their own knowledge of mysticism, didn't think too much. They were simply shocked by the three-part honorific name and the legendary ritual of sacrifice and bestowal.

Aaron sat on the high-backed chair right below the throne, controlling the phantom on the throne and describing the ritual process. He keenly noticed the changes in the four people below.

But he pretended that nothing had happened, maintaining an air that everything was as expected, and continued speaking nonchalantly:

"I pray for Your help."

"I pray for Your favor."

"I pray for You to fulfill my prayer."

"O Wisteria flower, herb of True Order, please transmit power to my incantation."

...

He finished describing the incantation belonging to another format, sentence by sentence, and finally asked:

"Everyone, have you remembered?"

"Ah..." Louise let out a soft gasp, quickly covered her mouth, and began to recall seriously.

Relying on her powerful memory as a Sequence 7, she quickly finished recording and repeated it aloud for confirmation.

The other three gentlemen exchanged slightly awkward glances and shook their heads sheepishly. After all, they were still ordinary people, and remembering the entire ritual process in a short time was still somewhat difficult for them.

Aaron returned to his identity as the Blessed, affirmed Louise's recording, and smiled slightly:

"You don't need to worry. It doesn't matter if you don't remember the specific ritual process. As long as you firmly remember My Lord's honorific name and pray to My Lord, recalling the ritual process will help you remember the specific details."

"Given your different circumstances, you can hold the ritual of sacrifice and bestowal two days from now, which is early Sunday morning. My Lord will open the door to His kingdom to fulfill your prayers."

As for why it was two days later? Naturally, it was because the esteemed Mr. Lord of Order was currently dirt poor and had nothing to bestow upon them.

After understanding the needs of the council members, even with the help of his family's strength, he would need some time to prepare. Two days was just right.

I will also strive for my family's full support within these two days. The news of me becoming the Blessed of the Evernight Goddess should now be known to the 'He' or 'She' within the family. Perhaps I can meet that Fourth Epoch ancestor tomorrow.

At this moment, Aaron felt his headache intensify, and the invisible connection between himself, the grand palace, and the dark golden mist began to waver.

He immediately made a decision, controlling the phantom on the throne to speak:

"At 12 AM Loen time every Friday, you will come here to participate in the Chaos Council. Make sure to set aside undisturbed time."

"Alright, today's council ends here."

"We obey Your will, Great Lord of Order." Aaron was the first to rise, facing the phantom on the throne and bowing. Hmm... a complete display of a Blessed's demeanor.

"We obey Your will, Great Lord of Order." The four people on the stone chairs below the grand palace also hurriedly rose, imitating Aaron's actions and bowing towards the phantom on the throne.

Even though many of them still had many questions and thoughts, they were quite reluctant to end.

Aaron emanated his remaining spirituality, connecting with the surrounding dark golden mist. The figures of the four people below immediately became even blurrier, increasingly illusory.

In less than a second, the figures shattered, turning into dark golden specks of light that quietly floated above the stone chairs. Silence returned to the palace.

Aaron felt his head throbbing painfully. This was a sign that his spirituality was about to be depleted. Not daring to linger, he waved his hand to dismiss the phantom on the throne, and his consciousness sank, passing through layers of dark golden mist.

He returned to the compartment, quickly dispelled the wall of spirituality, tidied up the traces, and went to his bedroom, plunging straight into the comfortable, warm big bed without even taking off his clothes.

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